Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belize and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Television Personalities to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
Man Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
Sällskapet,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cameo,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
Patti Smith,
Franke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.